Saturday, December 01, 2012
December 1st is also my maternal grandmother's birthday. Was. Not "is". Had she not died, she'd be 112 years old today.
She passed when I was 10....so I knew her, but I didn't know know her.
I hear more stories about her than I actually knew of her personally, but I always liked her and her husband (who technically wasn't really my grandfather). My paternal grandmother was a little less....well.....grandmother-y.
Genetics are weird thing. My mother looks so much like my grandmother at this point in her life. And two of my mother's nieces look so much like my mother, it would almost seem she should be their mother - but she's not.
By the way, aren't I frickin' adorable?
At my mother's 70th birthday party (yes, my mother has lived longer than her mother, who no doubt lived longer than her mother), my mother's maid-of-honor mentioned (to my mother) how much I am just like my grandmother - not in looks, but with my biting humour. My mother responded in the affirmative.
When you're 10 and under, you don't really pick up on these things, nor do I remember my grandmother being particularly funny. She was very kind, but back then what did I know from funny?
I can tell you I did not get any sense of humour from my dad's parents. None.
Still, it would have been nice to have gotten to know my mom's mom as an adult. I'm always surprised how many people knew their grandparents. Three of my four were gone before I was 13. I thought that was the norm - but I'm amazed how many people were in their 20s and 30s before losing theirs. Granted my parents were married later than normal (well, for the '50s) and I was second to last of the kids, but still....
I'm glad my nieces and nephews are almost all above the age I was when my grandparents died. They know their grandparents - and fairly well. I never really got that - so maybe I don't know what I missed, if anything.
And just for shits and giggles, here is another of me with my grandmother....along with 2.5 of my sisters and my mother....circa 1966. I was pushing the ripe old age of 3.
710 loves this picture of me....mainly due my off-the-charts cuteness quotient. ...and it's hard to argue with that. It is possible he might not like that I shared with the world what I reserved for him. Who can blame him.
Song by: Lyle Lovett